Things are pretty fucked. I've been stealing shit from my house (vicodin from my mom, xanax from my stepdad, other odds and ends) and my mom found out, hit the roof and whatnot. She didn't believe I took 6 vicodin in two days. She asked for them back and I was like... can't give em to you, they're already gone. I think she thought I sold them or had them stashed. No, I just like to pop pills. They were gone the day I obtained them. Is that so hard to believe? But now as punishment she took my phone (the one thing besides taking my car that really gets to me- I have no contact with anyone now and I don't remember anyone's phone #, they're all in my cell) and I'm grounded for a week, through the weekend. Fucking cunt. We already fought about that whole thing and then she comes back a few days later deciding to punish me. Such bullshit.

Came home from school yesterday "sick". I really do have a cold going but I coulda made it. I didn't have my essay done and didn't want to have to take the heat for it, thought I'd go home and churn it out. But of course I just laid in bed and watched tv all day, not bothering to do anything I was supposed to do. Then I got yelled at by my mom and I wasn't going to do anything, especially not work on my paper. It felt like it was punishment for her, but really I know it's going to hurt me in the end, no one else. Sure, she'll be disappointed in me, but it's not her grades that are gonna get me into college.

Got my ACT scores back and I got a 21. I guess that's average. I was really surprised I got over a 16 because I took the test hungover and ended up puking during the test twice. What a fucking nightmare that was. I guessed on every question in the science and math portion. Guess I was a good guesser.

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